Chapter Eighteen
“What are you thinking about?”
Miss Denise politely asks again, drawing my mind to the present.
“Bangkok.”
“Yes, so I intended. The room brings back pleasant memories, I trust? The tribulations there must have answered many questions for you about yourself. Duress can do that.”
“No.”
“No?.. What a curious reply. You’re here, strapped down again without a word of protest or a single gesture of resistance. And you have so patiently waited for me. I had you hooded to induce reveries. No self analysis? No conclusions?”
Her tone of voice mocks as her hand reaches to my cheek and gently pinches. Her touch is meant to deride, heighten my sense of vulnerability. It instead feels good. The return of the controlling voice... the manipulating hand.
“I think you like it. And I
